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THEORELLO.
¶ A Sheepheards Edillion.
YOu Sheepheards which on hillocks sit,
like Princes in their throanes:
And guide your flocks, which else would flit
your flocks of little ones:
Good Kings haue not disdained it,
but Sheepheards haue beene named:
A sheepe-hooke is a Scepter fit,
for people well reclaimed.
The Sheepheards life so honour'd is and praised:
That Kings lesse happy seeme, though higher raised.
The Sommer Sunne hath guilded faire,
with morning rayes the mountaines:
The birds doo caroll in the ayre,
and naked Nimphs in Fountaines.
The Siluanes in their shagged haire,
with Hamadriades trace:
The shadie Satires make a Quiere,
which rocks with Ecchoes grace.
All breathe delight, all solace in the season:
Not now to sing, were enemie to reason.
Cosma my Loue, and more then so,
the life of mine affections:
Nor life alone, but Lady too,
and Queene of their directions.
Cosma my Loue, is faire you know,
and which you Sheepheards know not:
Is (Sophi said) thence called so,
but names her beauty showe not,
Yet hath the world no better name then she:
And then the world, no fairer thing can be.
The Sunne vpon her fore-head stands,
(or iewell Sunne-like glorious,)